He Chose Childhood Sweetheart, I Married the Don
All I did was reach for a pastry Lila had her eye on, and my childhood sweetheart Luca, the Don's heir of Galvani family, had me thrown in the estate cellar for three days and three nights.
His voice was as cold. "I've told you before, Lila is like a sister to me. Why can't you just let her be?"
This time I didn't cry or beg. I just looked at him.
I had been half out of my mind over this man for more than a decade. I had even slashed my own wrist in front of his father, just to force him into marrying me.
Luca looked at me like he was disappointed all over again. "With a temper like yours, how could you ever be the Donna of Galvani family?"
"Get down to the cellar and think about what you've done. Come back when you've come to your senses."
Then, as if he couldn't quite help himself, he dropped his voice:
"Look, as long as you come around and stop making Lila's life difficult, everything goes back to how it was. Okay?"
I clenched my jaw. It felt like a blade pressed against my chest. "Okay," I said.
Next month, the Don of the Ferrara family will marry me as his Donna.
This time, I am done with Luca.